Self-cultivation of male support

The three of Shi Yan are well-known in Taohua Village, and since they are newcomers, they have received more attention.

What's more, the three brothers in this family are really wonderful.

The eldest brother Liu Quan is a Taoist priest, with a baby face and a very pleasing smile. He is 23 years old and looks about [-] or [-] years old.

He can speak eloquently, and often coaxes the big girls and young daughter-in-laws in the village around. Even the seven or eight-year-old girl at the entrance of the village does not miss Taoist priests.

The second elder brother, Shi Yan, was a scholar and a scholar, and he was clamoring all day long that he would take the provincial examination next year, but there were only three books in that room, two of which were just for show, and had never been read at all.

I bask in the sun and sleep under the jujube tree in the yard all day long.The villagers passed by, but they never saw the gentleman read a book.

The third brother, Wang An, is a monk. He is five-year-old and three-year-old. He can scare a nursing baby to tears when he laughs.

After digging the land, new land was reclaimed. In one to a month, the monks dug all the land in front of and behind Shi Yan's house, and planted seeds of unknown origin.

Few people know the full names of the monk and Taoist until now, and everyone is used to calling them by their occupations.

Wouldn't it be strange for three people to live together like this?

What's more, this family is generous. There are two plates of dim sum melon seeds on the table all year round. Anyone who goes in can grab a handful, and the host doesn't say anything.

Especially Shi Yan, the only normal person among the three, the three aunts and six wives in the village became even more enthusiastic when they knew that Shi Yan was a widower with only one young son raised in the country.

The person who told Shi Yan never broke up all day long, no matter how many times Shi Yan repeated, "Boy, I'm all focused on preparing for next year's provincial examination, and I don't have extra thoughts on marriage.

Moreover, there is a young son in the boy's family. As the saying goes, if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather. For the sake of the youngest son, the boy does not plan to get married before the youngest son becomes an adult." It's useless.

Everyone's attitude became more enthusiastic.

Didn't see that although these three people are wonderful, are their family conditions good?The smell of big fish and big meat came from the yard every day, and the children in the village cried so many times.

Shi Yan was lying on the deck chair under the tree, with an uncovered book covering his face, his chest rose and fell slowly and rhythmically, as if he was asleep.

But if you really think that this guy is asleep and doesn't know anything and wants to do something, you're totally wrong.

For example, now, the monk is feeding the buds that have just emerged in the corner.

I was weeding the ground, and I hoeed a seedling to death. Before the monk noticed something wrong, Shi Yan's voice came over: "A total of less than 400 plants have been planted, and only [-] plants have sprouted. You I accidentally hoeed more than a dozen plants in half a month, which is really a good job!"

The monk's spine stiffened, and he immediately admitted his mistake: "I will be careful!"

The Taoist was cooking in the kitchen, squatting on the ground curiously, and asked Shi Yan: "Boss, what are you doing? It doesn't look like food or vegetables. The monks used to have a medicine store in their house, and I have never seen it look like this." medicinal materials!"

Shi Yan reached out and took off the book covering his face, and looked at the Taoist priest with a half-smile: "Didn't you call me the second child just now, did you shout it vigorously? Why do you become the eldest now?"

The Taoist grinned, and beat Shi Yan's leg like a dog: "Boss, isn't there an outsider here? In private, you are the boss, and the monk and I are younger brothers, but haven't we agreed on the surface? You Why did you bring back the old account?"

Shi Yan didn't get entangled in this issue: "Oh, the monk's family used to open a medicine shop, why can you see all the medicinal materials in their family?"

The Taoist choked, and whispered: "These are all old scars, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

After finishing speaking, he decisively changed the subject: "Boss, this country test is a watershed. The competition is so fierce that outsiders can't imagine it. Only those with outstanding talents can win the country test. Shouldn't you read a book?"

The Taoist priest was quite earnest: "In the past, there was an uncle in my family who was very knowledgeable and intelligent. He took the provincial examination twice before and after. The family hired a famous teacher for him. The uncle himself had to stay up all night to study hard and finally passed the provincial examination. You see, What book do you need, let's go to the Fucheng Bookstore to find it for you?

Anyway, let's look at something serious. It's really inappropriate to read the history of the former dynasty, the romantic affairs of the founding emperor of the current dynasty, etc.! "

Shi Yan thought about it seriously, then nodded: "You're right, when I finish this book, I'll read something serious.

Although I don't think my talent will be lost to others, but others have worked so hard for the provincial examination. If I easily win, they will step on the heads of everyone, and I feel sad for them.

It's still appropriate to pretend! "

Taoist priest:"……"

Monk: "..."

No, boss, where does your inexplicable self-confidence come from?

But the two soon lost their minds on whether Shi Yan could read or not, because Shi Yan told them: "Our family's food is about to mature, and it's just before the villagers harvest it.

For a while, let's find a few people to help our family collect food together![-]% more than the market price, let alone lunch. "

The Taoist looked confused: "Boss, take a look at the front and back of this house, but all of them are planted according to your requirements, and the lumps of soil were planted. You were urged to harvest them a few days ago, so you insisted.

Now the leaves are all yellow, even pigs don’t like to eat them!What on earth are you thinking? "

The Taoist who cooks every day does not know, but the monk who spends all his time on the ground still knows something.

"Maybe, this thing is like the lotus root, and it eats the part inside the soil." The monk guessed.

The Taoist didn't take it seriously, and said to himself how many lotus roots can a pond of lotus produce all year round?I don't even expect to produce much from my own soil bumps with thin arms and legs.

The Taoist priest has only one question now: "Boss, if there is no production in the field this time, how long can we live in such a stable life?"

You must know that he and the monk are penniless, and they have been supported by the boss for half a year, and the boss doesn't seem to be a rich man, he only goes out and doesn't go in, and sits and eats, the result can be imagined.

To be honest, in the past six months, the two of them have gotten used to this kind of comfortable and steady life, and they don't want to be broken.

Unexpectedly, Shi Yan said in a heartless manner: "Boss, can I still starve you guys? Stop nagging, hurry up and find someone to work, and go to the blacksmith at the village head by the way, and get a few shovels I customized Come."

Not only did these two people have no hope for the harvest of the things Shiyan planted, but even the villagers were not optimistic about it. Everyone who came in and out had already researched it privately many times.

I feel that this thing only grows leaves and blooms randomly, and it does not bear fruit at all, so it is not a good choice for food cultivation.

So when I heard that Shi Yan's family was going to harvest the weird food planted in front of and behind the house, everyone who was free at home basically came to watch the fun. Except for a few people who were hired to work, the villagers almost The small yard of the Yan family was surrounded by water.

But in fact, everyone was stunned by the high yield of this thing.

Wearing a clean and tidy gown, Shi Yan stood on the ground and explained to several invited villagers: "Let me demonstrate to everyone, first pull the stems and leaves..."

As soon as the words fell, Shi Yan gently lifted Ye Gan from the ground with a little force.

There was a sound of breathing all around.

When Shi Yan looked down, there were three lumps of dirt the size of an adult's fist hanging below, as well as countless lumps of dirt the size of a thumb and the size of a baby's fist.

They are all people who are used to doing farm work. Although they have never seen it before, they have basic judgments. They can be imported at first glance.

Leaving aside the taste of the food, the yield alone is very exciting. The total amount of this plant weighs three or four catties.

Immediately, an experienced farmer picked up two small lumps of soil, took them to the well to wash off the soil, and chewed them in his mouth.

Everyone looked at him expectantly.

"Crispy, tasteless, and full of moisture, the taste must be better when cooked, huh? It's even smoldering!"

"Mianqi" is a unique local saying, which means that this thing contains flour. Farmers know that as long as there is flour, they can fill their stomachs.And the taste is not too bad.

No one expected that only the person involved, Shi Yan, was very calm.

Leave the stems and leaves in their hands on the ground casually, pick up the shovel from the side, and step on it to dig up. Everyone only heard a slight "click" sound, like the sound of an apple being cut by a dagger.

Sure enough, when Shi Yan lifted the shovel, there was still a lump of soil that had been cut in two, and it was bigger than the previous three. After a while, he said in surprise: "It weighs at least half a catty."

Shi Yan frowned and glanced at the potatoes that had been broken in half, but had no choice but to squat down and dig out bit by bit with a small shovel and hands.

one.two.three.seven.

Seven more fist-sized ones were dug out.

Shi Yan was sure that the bottom of this plant should be gone, stood up and clapped his hands, and said to the few people who came to help: "Just dig it out like I did just now, because you may accidentally injure yourself, so you need to dig a little bigger. Watch out.

Don't think about hurrying, I'm not in a hurry here, if you can't finish digging in one day, I'll give you two days' wages. "

Several people carefully started digging potatoes. The monk didn't expect that the things he planted with his own hands and waited for a few months would grow like this, and his heart was unprecedentedly hot.

Immediately, I dug hard with several villagers, looking excited, and looked even more scary when I laughed.

The great strength and the wide opening and closing movements made the onlookers worry. When he went down with the shovel, all the treasures inside were cut into half by this guy.

Shi Yan went to the well to wash his hands, but the villagers were shocked just now, and they were speechless for a while, so they quietly surrounded Shi Yan's yard for a week, watching the movements of the people inside.

The village head squeezed out from the crowd, rubbed his hands together and came up to Shi Yan in embarrassment: "Young man of the Li family, I just heard from old head Liu that the grain you planted has a lot of face, can you give me two , let me see!"

When Shi Yan kicked him, he was already stupid

The Taoist who fell: "Brother, why are you standing there? Go get some for the village chief and have a look!"

The Taoist came to his senses and left, and the village chief said embarrassingly: "Two is enough, don't waste it, this is a good thing that can save lives!"

I thought the village head would take it back and study it carefully, but I didn't expect that the old man really only took two, washed them carefully at the well, and borrowed a kitchen knife and a water basin from the Taoist priest.

Carefully cut the potatoes in half, put them in a wooden basin, poured well water, just covered the potatoes and placed them in the yard, waiting anxiously for the result.

The eyes of the villagers also shifted from the potato digger to the small wooden basin in the yard.

Dozens of people stared at a wooden basin in the courtyard, silently, very much like a large-scale cult practice scene.

After a cup of tea time, the village chief quickly fished out the potatoes, carefully poured out the layer of clear water on top, and carefully observed the bottom of the basin.

I saw that the bottom of the basin was covered with a thin layer of white powder, which was as clean as a white cloud, dazzling people's eyes under the sunlight.

The village chief couldn't help but dipped his finger in it, put it in his mouth and tasted it: "That's right, it's the taste of flour!"

The villagers were anxious: "Village chief, hurry up! Let us see! Can you really come forward?"

"As long as it can be made into half-cooked noodles, it's good food for a full stomach! The yield is definitely not lower than that of wheat! What's more, it's so big that it can be eaten whole!"

Everyone craned their necks to look into the yard, urging the village chief to show them to them.

At this moment, a gentle male voice interrupted everyone's urging: "Everyone is gathered here, is there any happy event in Taohua Village today?"